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Re: "The Beginning of The End" story of the 101st MSB

The episode is called "hunt for bin Laden" and his name is William Bodette, not that that has to do with anything. And the other guy with the black and white armor I was drawing was for a friend. I was kinda hoping he would come in blasting with a squad of guys reinforcing Jango or somone, but you don't have to make it that elaborate if you don't want to. As for his special weapon, I designed the desert eagle style projectile pistol as kind of a commando pistol, but I put 2 on the my guy, but you can put a green lightsaber on his belt as a trophy if you want to. The desert eagle has a square flash supressor like was on an old tommy gun, a red dot scope, ports on the side of the barrel, an extended clip, and a shorter clip in front of the trigger gaurd, If that wasn't there it would be too recognizable, and they can be any combination of color you want. No I haven't read that book, it sounds good though.

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I think I might have seen that hunt for bin laden episode, it sounds pretty familiar. Yeah nothing is too elaborate with my story, i go into pretty good detail so having your guy come in guns blazing is what i would prefer anyways, maybe jetpacking out of a gunship and landing with a squad guns blazing would be pretty sweet. I'm also kinda thinking that Jango and Ven Kotan know eachother from a ways back and fought together in an earlier battle or something. That pistol sounds pretty sweet, i have a pretty good mental picture of what it looks like. I'm kinda thinking about that part in "We were soldiers" when the gunny turns to his men as the vietcong are charging in and saying "Men, prepare to defend yourselves!" that would be pretty awesome. except the vietcong would be Voltoon or Deathwatch. I have the first part of the story with me so i'll post some of it later.

Re: "The Beginning of The End" story of the 101st MSB

This is the very beginning of the story, its kind of an intro that summarizes alot of things and describes who the Mandalorians are and how the war started.

The Beginning of The End, Story of The 101st. Mandalorian Shocktroop Battalion. Part 1. "The Mars Offensive"

Mandalorians. An ancient race of humans whose culture is based around war and loyalty to their brothers. After a transport crash that left them stranded on a desolate planet with little or no technology, these humans were forced to adapt. The earliest Mandalorians formed clans. Each clan had it's own leader and ideals they followed. These clans would occasionally war amongst themselves. After many years the Mandalorian race grew into a sizable culture. Almost like Spartans they are trained at a very young age to fight. It was truly an honor to be a warrior. Using their superior combat skills and highly advanced weaponry, the Mandalorians began to branch out to other worlds and soon many colonies developed. The most distinctive part of any Mandalorian warrior is their armor. Forged from a type of super dense iron called "Mandametal" this armor was superior any other kind. Able to withstand almost any blaster fire, it made the warrior underneath it almost invulnerable. Only a hit to one of the critical joint areas where the armor is thinnest could penetrate it. One of the most amazing things about Mandalorian armor is it's resistence to the force. The super dense metal could absorb and deflect a force push and with the helmet it made it impossible for a jedi to mentally influence the wearer. It is also incredibly resistant to a lightsaber blow. After many years of victory and triumph, the Mandalorians became mercenaries. Willing to fight for the highest bidder. They were feared and incredibly fierce on the battlefield, hardly ever losing a battle. The Mandalorians soon became united under a man named Jaster Mereel. But soon after he was leader, Mandalorians who didn't agree with his ways broke off from his leadership and formed a new force. The Deathwatch. The Deathwatch consisted mostly of rogue or banished Mandalorians as well as several other races who saw the Mandalorians as enemies. Soon after a Mandalorian named Montross betrayed Jaster and sold out the Mandalorians. After this incident the War started. The Deathwatch has massed a force almost equal to that of the Mandalorians and conflict after conflict arose. Mandalorian colony planets were attacked and invaded by the Deathwatch and millions of casualties went up for both sides. Aided by their alien allies, the Deathwatch had access to advanced technology giving them somewhat of an advantage. These Wars would rage for nearly 5 years before reaching the large Mandalorian colony of Earth. For the Mandalorian High Order this was the last stand. If Earth Falls to the Deathwatch smaller colonies would soon follow. The Deathwatch were after one thing, the complete destruction of the Mandalorians. To stop this threat, entire Companies of special commando units were trained. The 101st MSB was born. Highly trained and incredibly deadly these commandos were Earth's last hope. They would go on to fight countless battles with tremendous success. They would fight to the last man. Earth was their home and they werent going to give it up without a fight. This is their story.

Im in the process of rewriting the first chapters. but i'll post ch 1 soon.

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Yeah, that sounds really great. I'll try to email you the pics of Ven Kotan and the Desert Eagle within the next couple days. I'll work on some other weapons, they take me about 1 - 1 1/2 to draw each, so can you tell me what all guns you want pictures of?

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Lord Revan wrote:

Yeah, that sounds really great. I'll try to email you the pics of Ven Kotan and the Desert Eagle within the next couple days. I'll work on some other weapons, they take me about 1 - 1 1/2 to draw each, so can you tell me what all guns you want pictures of?

Thanks i just rewrote that intro today, the one i had wrote about 2 yrs ago just didnt seem right. the guns i mainly want pics of would be a standard issue blaster rifle, a carbine rifle with attached grenade launcher, a projectile sniper rifle and a gun i made up called the Westar 30. Basicly i took the idea of a ww2 .30 cal machine gun and made it a heavy blaster, for fire support. It takes 2 guys to haul it around, one with the gun and the other with the tripod, when set up you get a gunner and spotter/asst. gunner. another thing i made up i would like a pic of is what I named the "Screecher" basicly its a shoulder launched rocket launcher that fires missiles with sonic charges for warheads. like the mines jango used in episode 2. thanks for your help and i cant wait to see those pics!

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How bout somthing like the halo 2 rocket launcher, exept with 3 barrels instead of 2, and it could have a secondary mode where it shoots all six rounds like a minigun, for larger and harder to take down targets. Or i could do both rocket launchers, and have a single barrel one for the lighter jobs maybe? And did you have any idea on what guns you wanted to base the sniper and the blaster rifles on?

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i like the idea of the multi barreled rocket launcher, thats sweet. but i kinda would also want another smaller version kinda like a LAW rocket. i kinda want the blaster rifle based on like a Dc17 maybe not as long. and as for the sniper rifle mostly like the halo sniper rifle since its projectile.

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like i promised, heres ch 1. its kinda short but there is alot more to come.

Ch1. "I didn't enlist in the 101st. to sit in a freezer for 6 months."

A young Lt. named Jango Fett watched as hundreds of troops marched up the ramps of the Mandalorian Flagship Basilisk. A huge ship that had just recently left the shipyard after nearly 5 years of construction. It was the pride of the Mandalorian fleet. Outfitted with the latest technology and weaponry. She was the first of the Ã¢Â€ÂœSuper CarriersÃ¢Â€Â. Able to carry hundreds of fighters, dropships, and gunships. She was also equipped with cryo bays for the soldiers on long range deployment. Row after row of armored Mandalorians marched into the yawing troop bays. Ã¢Â€ÂœGreenÃ¢Â€Â Jango thought to himself. Ã¢Â€ÂœToo green.Ã¢Â€Â These men were fresh from training on Earth and were anxious to fight. Jango knew that most of them wouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t return. Ã¢Â€ÂœDonÃ¢Â€Â™t think too hard sir.Ã¢Â€Â A voice said from behind him. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou just might hurt yourself.Ã¢Â€Â Jango tore his gaze away from the spectacle and turned around. A Mandalorian in silver armor with a green stripe down the right side was watching him. Jango chuckled. Ã¢Â€ÂœI was wondering if you were even gonna show up Mantle.Ã¢Â€Â Staff Sergeant Mantle was a long time friend of JangoÃ¢Â€Â™s. They fought side by side in many battles. He was also what Jango liked to call a Ã¢Â€ÂœTechyÃ¢Â€Â his knowledge of computers was almost scary. Mantle laughed. Ã¢Â€ÂœAre you kiddin?Ã¢Â€Â he said turning his head to watch the loading process. Ã¢Â€ÂœWord has it this is gonna be a hell of a fight.Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœThatÃ¢Â€Â™s what IÃ¢Â€Â™m afraid of.Ã¢Â€Â Jango replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœMost of these men have never seen combat. The last thing I want is a hero putting our lives on the line.Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœYou worry to much sir.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle returned. Ã¢Â€ÂœWhen have our lives not been on the line?Ã¢Â€Â Jango smirked. Ã¢Â€ÂœSince the creation of the 101st. the high order seems to think were invincible.Ã¢Â€Â his smile quickly faded. Ã¢Â€ÂœTheyÃ¢Â€Â™re wrong.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle bent down and picked up his ruck sack. Ã¢Â€ÂœSee?Ã¢Â€Â he said facing Jango. Ã¢Â€ÂœThatÃ¢Â€Â™s exactly the kind of talk that gets us killed sir. I myself like the thought of being invincible.Ã¢Â€Â Jango also picked up his ruck sack. Ã¢Â€ÂœGet on board Mantle.Ã¢Â€Â he said whacking him upside the helmet. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ve heard enough of your philosophies for one day.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle shrugged and followed Jango up the ramp. Ã¢Â€ÂœWhatever you say sir. but itÃ¢Â€Â™s gonna be a long trip.Ã¢Â€Â

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Here it is... Ch2

Ch2 "I never did meet a Mando I didn't like, except for that one guy. But he's dead now"

Jango stood on the ground level street corner, waiting for his chance to cross the traffic choked street. He glanced up at the sky. The sun shown through the clouds of speeders levels above him. Ã¢Â€ÂœNice day.Ã¢Â€Â He said to himself simply. Suddenly the traffic light changed and he saw his chance to cross. Among the many vehicles he felt somewhat exposed without his armor. Midway across the street he stopped suddenly. Without knowing why he turned to his right and stared down the busy street. Without warning a blinding white flash obscured his vision. Temporarily blinding him. Jango raised his hand over his eyes as his vision slowly returned to see what had caused the flash. Everywhere around him, civilians did the same. Some got out of their speeders. There was not a sound. A huge mushroom shaped cloud of fire and black smoke rose from the distance, turning the once blue sky deep red. Jango froze in horror. A deafening boom suddenly reached him and knocked him flat on his back. Stunned he got to his feet. People were screaming. Jango could watch the oncoming wave of fire rush towards him. Obliterating everything in itÃ¢Â€Â™s path. He tried to scream as the wave reached him. Jango sat up quickly and hit his head on the rack above him. Groaning in pain he laid back down rubbing his head. Ã¢Â€ÂœDreamÃ¢Â€Â He thought to himself. Ã¢Â€ÂœJust a dream.Ã¢Â€Â His t-shirt was soaked in sweat and clung to his chest. Suddenly MantleÃ¢Â€Â™s face appeared upside down as he looked under his rack. Ã¢Â€ÂœHey whatÃ¢Â€Â™s the big idea banging my rack sir.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle said sleepily. Ã¢Â€ÂœWere not getting shot at already are we?Ã¢Â€Â Jango wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Ã¢Â€ÂœNo.Ã¢Â€Â He said simply. Ã¢Â€ÂœJust had a bad dream is all.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle stared at his soaked shirt. Ã¢Â€ÂœMustÃ¢Â€Â™ve been one hell of a dream to make you wet the bed.Ã¢Â€Â A huge grin crept across his face. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou know,Ã¢Â€Â Jango replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœWe could use someone for nightly latrine duty.Ã¢Â€Â MantleÃ¢Â€Â™s grin quickly faded. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ll shut up now sir.Ã¢Â€Â With that his head disappeared back to the rack above him. Jango glanced at the green luminescent clock above the bulkhead. Ã¢Â€Âœ5:30Ã¢Â€Â he noted. Ã¢Â€ÂœThey oughta be waking us up right about no..Ã¢Â€Â The lights suddenly flickered on and the sound of groans and curses reached JangoÃ¢Â€Â™s ears. He smiled. Ã¢Â€ÂœI love that sound.Ã¢Â€Â He said to himself. Jango got out of his rack and stood by the bulkhead. Ã¢Â€ÂœAlright!Ã¢Â€Â he shouted. Ã¢Â€ÂœNaptimes over! Everyone down and on your feet!Ã¢Â€Â Slowly the men of Charlie Company climbed down from their racks and groggily stood at attention. Ã¢Â€ÂœThatÃ¢Â€Â™s better.Ã¢Â€Â Jango said. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou all know what today is. IÃ¢Â€Â™m surprised any of you could sleep.Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœJust another drop to us LT.Ã¢Â€Â A soldier said rubbing his eyes. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ll probably sleep through the landing.Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœNot this landing you wonÃ¢Â€Â™tÃ¢Â€Â Jango replied approaching him. Ã¢Â€ÂœWere doing your standard LAJD. Today.Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœWe know the drill sir.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœLow altitude Jetpack drops are cake walks.Ã¢Â€Â Jango smiled. Ã¢Â€ÂœThat may be so, but I donÃ¢Â€Â™t want any mistakes. By the book get me?Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœWe get you sir!Ã¢Â€Â The company replied in unison. Ã¢Â€ÂœGood.Ã¢Â€Â Jango said. Ã¢Â€ÂœNow get dressed, full armor and gear. Chow is in 15 minutes.Ã¢Â€Â The company dispersed. Jango sat back down and reached under his rack. His fingers grasped the cold metal of his armor. He pulled it out and laid it on his bed. He put on his jumpsuit and one by one began placing the armor. When he was finished he stood up and picked up his helmet. His face stared back at him through the reflective black visor. Scratches and dents on the once immaculate surface were all that remained of the countless battles he endured. He frowned when he noticed the blue paint flaking off around the T shape of his visor. Ã¢Â€ÂœAlmost forgot.Ã¢Â€Â Jango said outloud. Reaching back under his rack, he pulled up his blaster harness. He strapped on the dual holsters and immediately felt safer. Grabbing his helmet he once again stood by the bulkhead. The Mandalorians of Charlie Company were already at attention in full armor. With a great sense of pride Jango placed his helmet over his head. The company did likewise. Ã¢Â€ÂœNow,Ã¢Â€Â Jango said through the com. Ã¢Â€ÂœLast one to mess gets latrine duty.Ã¢Â€Â

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yeah dude those pics are sweet! great detail in the D Eagle. I love the stock on the sniper rifle too, reminds me of a Dragunov. oh and the kfc soviet thing was a spur of the moment thing. I've always had a fascination with the soviets and that whole red army style and i like kfc lol. My paintball team is soviet based. The Red Legion. I've gotten the nickname "The Commie" from people i dont know but Vassili is my team name. I got this old ww2 wool trenchcoat i wear for paintball and my tippmann is decked out to look like an ak47 with a folding stock its pretty sweet. thanks for the pics again! i'll post chapter 3 soon and there will be some killin in that chapter for sure.

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Thanks, you can just tell me wich ones you like the most, and I can refine them. The first minigun I told you about was that black and white one next to the auto cannon and that .30 cal. Again, I can do more if you want. Trenchcoat and tippmann AK-47? Sweet.

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yeah i especially like the sniper rifle. i like the stock for the left one and the scope on the right one, but that was pretty much the look i was goin for. i like the rocket launcher too. i have a question, what was that shorter looking black and white gun with the pistol grip and no stock? but yeah if its not too much trouble a refined version of that sniper rifle would be sweet. yeah and youre ven kotan guy looks sweet too, again that D Eagle is superb, thats def. goin in the story. and yeah that trenchcoat is my secret weapon, its pretty much invulnerable to paintballs, they just bounce off, its kinda like overshield in a way lol

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It's a minigun, but it doesn't look like one because it has a cover around the barrels. The biggest sniper rifle has 2 fire modes, so it can be a beam rifle and a projectile rifle. I'm not sure wich sniper rifle you are talking about, is it the bigger one or the smaller one?

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i like the stock on the smaller one but i like the look of the bigger one, so that stock on the bigger one would be perfect. im going to georgia for a couple of days so i wont be back till sunday. my friends are graduating bootcamp so were gonna go see them for their 36 hr pass. but i'll post ch3 when i get back.

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at last ch 3.

Ch. 3 "How's the war going? Why don't you ask the Lieutenant. I'm sure he'd be glad to tell you."

Jango let his tray hit the table with a loud clang. Splattering some of the contents. He sat down and removed his helmet and stared at what the mess officer told him was food. Mantle sat down across from him and warily began poking the lump of green mass on his tray with a fork. Ã¢Â€ÂœThis isnÃ¢Â€Â™t gonna bite me is it?Ã¢Â€Â He asked sniffing the substance. Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat is this crap anyway?Ã¢Â€Â Jango took a bite and grimaced. It tasted like salted dirt. He set down his fork and took a gulp of water. Ã¢Â€ÂœIf they wanted us to know what it was,Ã¢Â€Â he said reluctantly taking another bite. Ã¢Â€ÂœThey wouldÃ¢Â€Â™ve informed us.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle shrugged and took a bite. He made a face of pure disgust and reached over the table for the hot sauce. Ã¢Â€ÂœDo you two ever stop complaining?Ã¢Â€Â A voice asked from behind Jango. Ã¢Â€ÂœI asked the mess officer, this is goulash.Ã¢Â€Â The voice had come from Rodriquez, JangoÃ¢Â€Â™s radioman. He joined them at the table and dove into his tray, getting more on his face and table then actually in his mouth. Ã¢Â€ÂœNot so bad.Ã¢Â€Â He said through a full mouth, spitting some of his chewed food onto MantleÃ¢Â€Â™s arm. Ã¢Â€ÂœCmonÃ¢Â€Â Mantle complained wiping the food particles off. Ã¢Â€ÂœI spent three hours cleaning this stuff.Ã¢Â€Â Rodriquez wore matte green armor with orange accents. He chose this color scheme thinking it would make him less of a target around the Ã¢Â€ÂœShiniesÃ¢Â€Â as he called them. Two more Mandalorians sat down at the now crowded mess hall of the Basilisk. Ã¢Â€ÂœWho would be in a hurry to eat this slop.Ã¢Â€Â JangoÃ¢Â€Â™s sniper, Ã¢Â€ÂœSnakeÃ¢Â€Â said. Ã¢Â€ÂœI personally would rather eat my own arm.Ã¢Â€Â He glanced at the Mando next to him. Ã¢Â€ÂœOn second thought, maybe DominicÃ¢Â€Â™s arm.Ã¢Â€Â Dominic was the Platoon Medic. His armor was a dark blue with black edges. SnakeÃ¢Â€Â™s armor was flat black. As a sniper he was also issued an active camouflage unit which made the wearer virtually invisible for a period of time. Ã¢Â€ÂœDonÃ¢Â€Â™t get any ideas.Ã¢Â€Â Dominic said inching away from Snake. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou can resort to cannibalism when we get planetside.Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœTheyÃ¢Â€Â™ll be plenty of dead Deathwatch around.Ã¢Â€Â Rodriquez added finishing the last of the food on his tray. He turned to Snake and eyed his still full plate. Ã¢Â€ÂœAre you gonna finish that?Ã¢Â€Â Snake pushed the tray over to him and began stripping down his DC-15 sniper rifle on the table. Mantle eyed him, Ã¢Â€ÂœAre you attached to that thing Snake?Ã¢Â€Â he asked picking up the bolt. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou treat it like it was your first born.Ã¢Â€Â Snake snatched the bolt back from Mantle. Ã¢Â€ÂœCould my first born take someones head off at 800 yards?Ã¢Â€Â The whole squad laughed. Jango watched them as they ate. First squad was JangoÃ¢Â€Â™s best. He took personal responsibility for them and rarely sent them on a mission without being there himself. Every one of them had saved his *** at least once and he often returned the favor. Ã¢Â€ÂœSo Lt.Ã¢Â€Â Snake asked, wiping down the receiver of his rifle. Ã¢Â€ÂœWhen do we get off this can get our feet dirty?Ã¢Â€Â Jango picked up his helmet and glanced inside at the mission clock displayed on his HUD. Ã¢Â€ÂœApproximately three hours from now.Ã¢Â€Â Jango replied setting his helmet back down. Ã¢Â€ÂœBriefing is in an hour.Ã¢Â€Â Rodriquez finished eating SnakeÃ¢Â€Â™s share and leaned back in his chair. Ã¢Â€ÂœGreat.Ã¢Â€Â He said. Ã¢Â€ÂœI canÃ¢Â€Â™t wait to strap myself into a metal box with engines and pray that an ion blast doesnÃ¢Â€Â™t take my *** off.Ã¢Â€Â Dominic laughed. Ã¢Â€ÂœWell I think thereÃ¢Â€Â™s still slots open to volunteer for the ODTÃ¢Â€Â™sÃ¢Â€Â The ODTÃ¢Â€Â™s were an all volunteer unit of Orbital Drop Troopers. They would seal themselves in a coffin sized entry vehicle and ride it down to the surface. Even Jango thought they were crazy. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ll stick to trusting a pilot.Ã¢Â€Â Jango said. Even though he hated the thought of being blasted into particles in the atmosphere, he trusted the pilots. Ã¢Â€ÂœThough I am a bit more comfortable when my feet are touching something solid and not moving at 12,000 feet per second.Ã¢Â€Â The squad nodded in agreement. Jango managed to gag down the last of his meal and stood up. Ã¢Â€ÂœAlrightÃ¢Â€Â he said. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou have just enough time to visit the armory before briefing starts.Ã¢Â€Â His men stood up and began throwing their leftovers into the incinerator and stacking their trays back at the mess line. Jango didnÃ¢Â€Â™t want to think this was their last meal, Ã¢Â€ÂœButÃ¢Â€Â he thought grimly. Ã¢Â€ÂœIt very well could be.Ã¢Â€Â